Page 2 of Marriage Ever After
“Bunny…” I came back on the phone trying to figure out what to say or do.
“Fuck you, Kash Emerson.” Then she hung up on me.
She actually hung up on me.
“Fuck!”
I threw my iPhone across the room not caring where it landed as I took in how big this house was all of a sudden. She wasn’t here neither was Jordan. I was what I wished to never become. Alone.
Mila
Hearing Kash’s voice almost broke me and had me going back to lay in his arms but I couldn’t do that. I needed to stay stronger and be stronger. Yes, he was my husband and I loved that man with every part of me, but he had to learn. He needed to not just be a husband but a father to our child. For the most parts, he was there but lately, he just wasn’t. The worst part wasn’t even him missing my birthday, it was that my own husband didn’t show up to my surprise party that my best friend, Larissa planned for me. I didn’t know about it until I got to her and her husband, Channing’s house.
To me, it made no sense at all. Channing was a lawyer in Emerson & Grant’s law firm but yet he made it out to my birthday party. I know that comparing is stupid but what more could I do? This man claimed he loved this family of his yet every day he was turning into the one person that he despised, his father. He was becoming more and more like the great honorable judge, Rick Emerson and it made me sick to my stomach.
Jordan whimpered in her sleep causing me to stop thinking about what was going and frantically wipe at my tears so that she didn’t see me crying. She didn’t get why we stayed here and instead thought that we were just having a sleepover with Larissa's kid, Lela. I looked down at the wonderful creation we made, Jordan was a spitting image of Kash; While she had dark curls that stopped down her back, he had dark hair that was shorter at the nape of his neck and when it wasn’t gelled back in some style, the front fell past his glorious hazel eyes. Jordan got both our eyes, a perfect mixture of hazel brown. Her complexion was a rich, golden color that looked like she tanned permanently and watching my baby girl every day, seeing how she grew, I knew she was going to be tall like her father. Kash was over six feet stopping at six feet three inches while I was a measly five feet and barely making it to three inches. He had a swimmer’s body which fit with what he did to stay that way. Kash loved the water more than he loved himself, I teased him a lot telling him that his father was Poseidon at how much time he’d spend in the water. His shoulders and back were my favorite things about his body besides the obvious. Watching him as he changed into another shirt whether it was the front with a display of his abs or as his back muscles expanded when he turned around to take his shirt off, it was a sight to behold.
“Mommy…”
Jordan’s little voice brought me back from going to a place where I lusted after my husband’s body while I was supposed to be mad at him. Damn, I really wish she didn’t wake up or hear what was being said.
“Yes, baby?”
She opened up those big, beautiful eyes as tears fell down her face.
“I want daddy, I wanna go home. I heard his voice on the phone. Can you call daddy? Please, mommy?”
I sighed trying my best to maintain the poker face that I put on all day today. I nodded not able to deny my daughter the one thing she really needed. I picked up my cell dialing Kash, he picked up on the first ring.
“Bunny?”
His voice was always my kryptonite. I clenched my teeth trying my best not to break down.
“Jordy wants to see you; can you pick up your facetime?”
He sighed,
“I can’t. I smashed my phone, so half of the screen is broken. I have to get another one.”
This was always Kash’s issue. Smash, smash, smash then replace. I shook my head at him. Years of therapy for his anger management got him to where he is now.
“Okay, hold on, here baby, daddy’s on the phone.”
When I passed Jordan the phone, she began crying a river. I turned my head so that I could roll my eyes in peace. This was utter bullshit. She was using her charm so that her father could get his ass here, but I didn’t want to see him. I sighed as I got up out of the bed and headed to the bathroom for a moment to myself with my daughter crying to her dad how much she wanted to go home.
In hindsight, I understood. She hadn’t seen her dad for three days. When he came back home, she was asleep so that she could go to school the next morning.
“Daddy…” I heard her call out to him. “Can you come get us, I want a lullaby from you? Please, daddy?”
Why was this kid so fucking dramatic? I don’t know where she learned it from, but I realized that it wasn’t her fault. It was mine. I was keeping this little girl from her father, the first man that she’s ever going to love. I shut the bathroom door thinking about how much I loved that he was there for her. My father, a man I never knew wasn’t there when I cried myself to sleep because I was terrified of my stepfather or when my mother was gone, and I was in the system with no one to adopt me.
It was terrifying being alone, but I made the most of it. I made sure to go to school, graduate high school then off to college I went. Luckily, I had a mentor, Kash’s uncle, Graham Emerson, who gave me a chance at his marketing company the moment I got out of high school. He put me through college making sure I learned everything and now, I had just gotten a promotion. I was doing things on my own.
Jordan got me out of my thoughts again as she softly knocked on the door,
“Mama?”
“Yes?”
